*CATHOLIC MEDITATION: 13 June, 2025.*




*FRIDAY*

10TH WEEK - ORDINARY TIME, YEAR C

*Memorial* : St. Anthony of Padua, (Priest & Doctor of the Church).

*1st R* : 2 Cor. 4:7-15.
*Resp. Psalm* : Ps. 116.
*R/ - A thanksgiving sacrifice l make to you, O Lord.*
*Gosp.* : Mtt. 5:27-32.

*Message:* *ALL IS GOD'S GRACE. DO NOT PRIDE YOURSELF BUT ABANDON YOURSELF TO HIS GRACE.* _God has entrusted great treasure(ministry of the Gospel) to us, unworthy as we are(clay pots/earthenware jars). We are beset with limitations and human weaknesses, yet if we are able to do well, it is thanks to God's grace. The power is God's not ours. It is he who does great things and accomplishes much through us and in us. On our own, we can not. We can not boast. We are rather humbled._

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*Fr. Blessed Ambang Njume*is

To the woman I haven’t met yet—or maybe I have…
You’re so much more than just the woman I’ll share a home with. You’ll be my best friend, yes—but also my peace, my passion, and my purpose all wrapped into one.
You’ll be the one I run to when the world feels heavy on my shoulders. When I’ve had a long day and all I want is to hear your voice, feel your touch, and be reminded that I don’t have to carry everything alone. With you, I won’t just breathe—I’ll feel alive.
Your laughter will be the music my soul dances to. Your presence will light up the darkest parts of me that I’ve kept hidden from everyone else. And your love? It’ll heal wounds I thought I’d buried for good.
When life gets tough, when I’m feeling lost, when the weight of being a man in this world feels like too much—you’ll be the arms I fall into, the calm in my chaos. Your kiss will be my escape, your touch my grounding force.
I’ll crave you—not just your body, but your energy, your mind, your spirit. Everything that makes you. I’ll admire the way you give, how you love, how you show up with heart, even when it’s hard.
With you, I won’t need to wear a mask. I won’t have to perform. I’ll get to be the fullest, most honest version of myself. And I’ll hold space for you to be the same.
I’ll love every part of you—your brilliance, your softness, your fire, your flaws. Not in spite of them, but because of them. Because they tell your story. And I want to know every page.
When you cry, I’ll be your shelter.
When you laugh, I’ll soak in every sound.
When you doubt yourself, I’ll remind you who you are.
And when you shine, I’ll stand in awe—because you are everything I’ve prayed for.
You won’t have to question my love.
You’ll feel it—in how I look at you, in how I listen, in how I show up, over and over.
You are my home. My soft place. My wild place. My forever.
And I’ll spend my life pouring into you the way you pour into the world.
Because you? You’re my love. You’re my life. You’re my future. And most of all…You are my everything.

To the woman I haven’t met yet—or maybe I have…
You’re so much more than just the woman I’ll share a home with. You’ll be my best friend, yes—but also my peace, my passion, and my purpose all wrapped into one.
You’ll be the one I run to when the world feels heavy on my shoulders. When I’ve had a long day and all I want is to hear your voice, feel your touch, and be reminded that I don’t have to carry everything alone. With you, I won’t just breathe—I’ll feel alive.
Your laughter will be the music my soul dances to. Your presence will light up the darkest parts of me that I’ve kept hidden from everyone else. And your love? It’ll heal wounds I thought I’d buried for good.
When life gets tough, when I’m feeling lost, when the weight of being a man in this world feels like too much—you’ll be the arms I fall into, the calm in my chaos. Your kiss will be my escape, your touch my grounding force.
I’ll crave you—not just your body, but your energy, your mind, your spirit. Everything that makes you. I’ll admire the way you give, how you love, how you show up with heart, even when it’s hard.
With you, I won’t need to wear a mask. I won’t have to perform. I’ll get to be the fullest, most honest version of myself. And I’ll hold space for you to be the same.
I’ll love every part of you—your brilliance, your softness, your fire, your flaws. Not in spite of them, but because of them. Because they tell your story. And I want to know every page.
When you cry, I’ll be your shelter.
When you laugh, I’ll soak in every sound.
When you doubt yourself, I’ll remind you who you are.
And when you shine, I’ll stand in awe—because you are everything I’ve prayed for.
You won’t have to question my love.
You’ll feel it—in how I look at you, in how I listen, in how I show up, over and over.
You are my home. My soft place. My wild place. My forever.
And I’ll spend my life pouring into you the way you pour into the world.
Because you? You’re my love. You’re my life. You’re my future. And most of all…You are my everything.

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Breakfast

When I was little, my grandfather told me something I didn’t really understand at the time.
He said,
“Don’t lend your umbrella to people who only show up when it’s raining.”
To me, it just sounded like a clever line, and I didn't give it much thought. I smiled and moved on.
But as I got older, life slowly unpacked the meaning behind those words.
I started noticing how some people only come around when they’re in trouble.
When they’re going through something, they remember you.
They call.
They check in.
They lean on you.
But once their skies clear up, once the crisis is over, they disappear like you never existed.
And it hurts.
Not because you expected anything in return,
but because you realize you were just a place to hide from the storm, not someone they truly cared about.
Now, whenever someone comes back into my life during a storm,
I quietly ask myself:
“Will they still remember me when the sun comes out?”
Because kindness doesn’t mean being a doormat.
And helping doesn’t mean you have to set yourself on fire every time it rains.
These days, I choose my umbrellas wisely.

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